[Volume 1]

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As night fell, the surroundings became silent; the lights in every house were on. The adults, who had worked hard for a day, returned home to talk and laugh with their families; there was only one house, which was always bright.

It was pitch black and indescribably deserted!

"Really! It's really a dark place in the hospital now. I was bandaged and prescribed a few medicines, but they actually charged me 300 yuan." There was a "patch" on his head and a band-aid on his nose.

Chen Ming came back with a few pairs of medicines and a dissatisfied look on his face. Looking at the dark house, he felt a sense of loss in his heart; every time he returned to this home, he was alone; every time he saw other people's homes,

The bright lights and their laughter made me feel sour in my heart.

Shaking his head, Chen Ming didn't want to think about these uncomfortable things anymore. He took out the key and said to himself: "Well, what should we eat later? Pickled pepper beef noodles? Spicy beef noodles, or kimchi noodles.

?Forget it! Add a poached egg today to treat yourself!"

Chen Ming opened the door and walked directly into the room; looking at the messy instant noodle boxes on the table, he shook his head helplessly. He had to clean it up! He was alone, and he couldn't cook; what he ate the most was not eggs.

, it’s instant noodles.

After cleaning the table, Chen Ming went to boil a pot of boiling water. Then, he chose a box of kimchi noodles, opened the box and put the seasoning packet in it. After soaking it in boiling water, he went to the kitchen and fried a poached egg.

Add it to instant noodles, and this sumptuous dinner is ready.

"I'm going to start!"

Chen Ming held up his chopsticks, grinned, and opened the seal on the instant noodles; just as he was about to move his chopsticks, a "click" sound came. Then, the door was opened, and an old man with gray hair but a rosy face; wearing

A white men's Chinese fir came in.

"Hey! I'm eating instant noodles." As soon as the old man saw Chen Ming holding instant noodles, he strode over, grabbed the instant noodles from his hand, and ate it himself.

"Hey! Master, you are so immoral! That's my dinner!" Chen Ming looked at the old man devouring his food and shouted dissatisfied.

The old man sucked the instant noodles and said vaguely: "What does it matter? Just make another pack. If it's not enough, go out and sell it!"
Chapter completed!